Well, once again I raised the wife’s expectations when texting “hi love, Lidl £3 a bottle wine!”

The reply was well, what I’d expect “cool get a couple” so I replied, “got a case!!”

Thinking this is going to be great for Christmas, 6 bottles in store for the big day I was happy skipping (ok driving as it was tipping it down with rain) down the road in my own world (again skipping with a case of wine not very realistic).

School pick up came and I loving walked up that mile to the school, stood waiting patiently in the wind and rain (always at 3.15!, why does it always have to rain) catching up with the parents on life and kids (also trying to avoid the “Look at me I’m so cool parents” who make you feel bad because you’re giving the kids bake beans on toast for tea whilst they have cooked a full-on bloody lamb roast on a Wednesday) seeing the smiles of the teachers kicking the little monkeys out of the door so they don’t get wet and watching them looking at you (laughing from inside) dripping from head to toe from the reservoir of water that has just landed on your head  I gathered my clan and we slowly walked home.

After tea, which the kids loved and thanked me kindly for it (bake beans one of your 5 a day although I’m not sure about the sugar content) I started getting texts from the wife and they were getting more and angrier (and for once not at me) to which I knew what to do.

When G finally got home, I could see from the way the door slammed shut (plus the texts I had been receiving) that to calm the situation food & tea plus happy kids was in order, each of the monsters cuddled mummy and bleated out their stories of the day and for once not all at once which was novel, once the reach of the T.V. had got too strong for one and all the kitchen emptied and we were alone.

“After today I need a drink!” “well my love I have 6 nice priced bottles of red to try!” as I ran off to the wine rack (which is normally filled with tonic as we don’t keep wine long enough to rack it), grabbed a bottle cheekily running back into the kitchen (now at this point the lights had gone on in the house) “that’s a light red,” G said from the cooker (trying to warm up due to cold night & standing to wait for the bus)

Light… shit… (as I ran back to the rest of the bottles frantically searching for the reds)

“Lovely,” I said sheepishly “do you fancy a nice White wine tonight?”

“What about the Red” at this point it dawned on her that in my rush to get out of Lidl I had picked up the wrong case! Not what she wanted to hear…

“You Donut,” I think the phrase that was used, “I really fancied a decent glass of Red”,” what a Cork up!!

In the end, the moral of this story was to check and read the box before you by as it might look like a red but it’s possible it is not!

The wine we ended up trying was the Pedro Jimenez from Chile 12% and yes £3 form Lidl.

It’s a fruity dry white very crisp and has a sort of dry flat (Martini Prosecco) prosecco taste, all in al,l we were very pleased and impressed which as a surprise made up for my mistake